Califlower (Spiddyocks Go West)

(butterfly & ladybug)
aha
you can’t fade
you can’t fly
you can’t move
you can’t rush this
you can’t gank
you can’t run
you can’t mark
you catch a check beat
you can’t jump
we make space yeah
we boom bass here
it’s like sweet jazz
you can’t play
you can’t buck for yours
you cosmic bop
ok dig me out

the seasons been hot like a gat
the wicked little cut was like this and like that
down on 62nd they was fit to peel my bust
they asked me what’s my set, man i’m bangin’ from my cuts
and buckin’, smooth for a spot in your trunk
baby to tho jazz givin’ licks that planet bump
when i flew the earth i was steppin right at birth
from the bebop to hip i drank my milk in bird squirts
my crew, boppin like birds free the licks, plus
buckin’ like a g to get our grips, and
in crooklyn gettin’ space cause we coolie, or
rollin’ with my dogs around cali, bau
dig the coolest breeze take aim at brain storms
fly boy butter turn solid we drains form
when we played it was shtill 96 in the shade
my hair was growin’ too long so i got me some braids

(ladybug)
you can’t pass (fat braids)
you don’t rush it (rush it)
it ain’t quick kid (quick kid)
and it’s on this (on this)
we pack kicks y’all (kicks y’all)
that’s thick y’all (thick y’all)
we move smooth too (smooth too)
and i’m a stab now (uh)

the season’s been shit like the time
talks by the flag bout my cool cat byron, damn
throwing up they lips or the trash
and couldn’t get a breather why my players have ????
diggin’ on tracks but they couldn’t love the naps
always at the port of 65 with mister shaft
checkin’ out that africa brass was it hip?
butterfly and i cop the lid and took a lip
sat back and thought the cool tats and blue train
smokin’ from inside only we could touch the pain
at the 801’s with they pounds on they ????
flip out and catch a wreck who the steppers art ???
the solemn at claim at the bop and the hop
for slipping out the fades as a not less we pop
we stretchin’ out our neck with the cut from the heart
so keep it in the head about this swoon and this art

(butterfly)
uh
the season’s been cool like the snow
the chronic was bionic so on with the flow
they couldn’t puncture space cause we spent it on the rhyme
they couldn’t fade the time cause the ticks was by the mile
well, g rides bangin’ to the p
do they little dirt while we sweepin’ up the beats
ain’t no honeys fat as mecca on the mix
try to make a film and we’ll send you to the six
quick
damn we caught a fam when we went the wreck I jam
lovin’ booby know that we should have slung the hands
for the slip slide glide nappy pride watch my kids
they come from other sectors to watch us do this shit
and we do the shit

(ladybug & butterfly, repeating)
space is the place, yeah

(doodlebug)
to the break of dawn
yeah 93 and on
boogie up your place
at the six and outer space
lickin’ out the jazz while the beats is always bad
dig the hard rock
with the booze for your block

yeah hardcore rap music
what is it if it’s not straight from the heart, true
hmmmmm
let me tell you
the digable planets,
we’re purveyors of true music
word is born, word is born
speak on it brother
yo, we comin’ about jazz music
that’s our first love
hip hop is an extension of that love
so what could we be
but nothin’ but hard core music lovers
givin’ you what we know best
and givin’ it to you straight from the heart
straight from sector six
to the colorful ghettos of outer space
this is what the dig plans is all about
check check it out uh
butterfly, hardcore
ladybug, hardcore
doodlebug, hardcore
digable planets